Each disciple is not simple

Those were two sword tassels that looked rustic, even a little simple.

One is the azure blue color of the Zhanyuan Sword, and the other is the bright red color that looks very festive.

Jun Moyao picked up the azure blue sword tassel, and somehow the image of someone carefully but clumsily weaving a sword tassel emerged in her mind.

A hint of warmth crept onto her face. She lowered her eyes and carefully hung the sword tassel on the Zhanyuan sword.

“…Ahem…”

Jun Moyao looked back and saw Dan Qing sitting uncomfortably on the edge of the bed, his eyes looking like he didn't know what to do, his face full of red clouds of embarrassment.

"Junior Sister Jun, I'm sorry to bother you."

He was always self-disciplined and calm, how could he get drunk to such an extent? He even fell asleep right in front of someone holding the sword, how embarrassing!

At this moment, Dan Qing had no idea that his misconduct last night might cause him to crawl directly into a crack in the ground.

Under his push, Mo Yan woke up with a start, but his mind was not even fully clear yet, and he stared blankly at Dan Qing and Jun Moyao.

“…Where am I?”

If Mu Feng was sober, he could still make a few jokes, but neither Jun Moyao nor Dan Qing present were good at easing the atmosphere.

Therefore, no one can answer Mo Yan's questions.

"…There are two red envelopes on the table. They should be the New Year red envelopes given to you two by Master. Please accept them."

As the host of Chijian Peak, Jun Moyao cleared his throat and said.

New Year’s red envelope?

Danqing and Mo Yan looked at each other, obviously thinking that this was a new word.

After all, the four people in the room were not born mortals, and they only had a vague understanding of the rules of the mortal world.

Jun Moyao knew it, but it was only because Mu Feng had once grumbled in front of her and her master that elders should give younger generations gifts or red envelopes during the Chinese New Year.

Chijianfeng had already paid off the spirit stones he owed to Danqing and Mo Yan, and now had some surplus, so Mingjia, who had always been frugal, also became generous for once.

Holding the red envelopes with their names written on them, Danqing and Mo Yan both felt an indescribable feeling in their hearts.

When I said goodbye to Jun Moyao, I actually felt a sense of loss.

Perhaps, this Sword-Holding Peak really has some special magic.

Looking at Mu Feng sleeping with his arms and legs spread out, Jun Moyao, who rarely showed any pranking intent, went up to him and patted him on the forehead.

Mu Feng sat up from the bed with a bang, his face full of confusion, "Who am I? Where am I? What happened?"

Jun Moyao suppressed his smile and said with a straight face, "You got up late and missed today's practice."

"Ah——" Mu Feng wailed, "Didn't they say that we don't have to practice during the New Year holiday?"

Even though he cursed and complained, he still stood up and prepared to go out and practice with resigned mind.

Before he even reached the door, Jun Moyao stopped him, "Just kidding."

Mu Feng widened his eyes and pointed at Jun Moyao, "You are so handsome! You can even joke around!"

Jun Moyao slapped Mu Feng's hand away, "Don't be disrespectful to Senior Sister!"

Seeing that Mu Feng was about to refute, she continued, "The red sword tassel on the table was given to you by Master."

"Wow! New Year's gift!" Mu Feng picked up the big red sword tassel and happily hung it on his sword.

Just as the two were about to go out, they saw Mingjia, who always liked to sleep in, flying over in a hurry.

"The Zhongzhou Continent is going to auction the Seven-Star Ganoderma Lucidum. We have to go quickly!"

Hearing this, Jun Moyao's eyes tightened.

Seven-Star Ganoderma is also one of the main ingredients of the Xuduan Pill. In her previous life, she found it from a dead person a long time ago. She didn't expect it to appear so early in this life.

Without further ado, the three men from Chi Jianfeng headed directly to Zhongzhou Continent.

At this time, they did not know that when they returned to Tai Shang Sect, everything had changed.

……

For Jun Moyao, Zhongzhou Continent is the place she is most familiar with.

Because Zhongzhou Continent is also nicknamed the 'Aristocratic Family Continent', almost all the prominent families in the cultivation world have their headquarters in Zhongzhou Continent.

The Jun family she came from was no exception.

After returning to Zhongzhou Continent, Jun Moyao did not feel homesick. Instead, the hatred that had been suppressed for a long time began to stir.

Mu Feng, who knew Jun Moyao's life experience, was also on high alert. After all, he knew that when Feng Aotian returned home in glory, there would definitely be some shameless people who would come up to cause trouble and then get severely slapped in the face.

Then he beat the younger one and forced Feng Aotian to fight above his level and rebound.

As Feng Aotian’s junior brother, he can’t let down his guard!

really--

The murderous nine-section whip attacked Mingjia and the other two from behind. The powerful pressure even made Jun Moyao and Mu Feng unable to move, let alone dodge.

Mingjia pushed his two disciples away from the fight and turned around to fight directly with the nine-section whip!

This is definitely a showdown between masters!

The monks with low cultivation who had not yet entered the city quickly hid themselves for fear of being affected by the battle. Those with higher cultivation stopped to watch, hoping to gain some experience.

Mu Feng couldn't even see the appearance of the person fighting with Ming Jia. He only saw that he was wearing a pink dress.

The battle between the two seemed to be filled with great hatred, with sand and rocks flying and swords clashing.

Jun Moyao clenched her teeth and stared at the two figures closely.

She was still too weak. She could not help at all in this battle and could only stand by helplessly. This feeling of powerlessness made her feel very uncomfortable.

In a short while, the two had no idea how many moves they had exchanged, but neither of them gained any benefit.

The two figures separated, each standing on one side, facing each other.

What no one expected was that the person in pastel-colored clothes turned out to be a beautiful female cultivator.

This person had just experienced a battle, his clothes and hair were disheveled, but he had a kind of battle-damaged beauty.

The perfect figure is exquisite, a little more fat, a little less thin. She just stood there, the natural charm emanating from her body, a kind of just right coquettishness. Not too enchanting to arouse evil thoughts, but not too seductive to be difficult to approach.

And that face, which seemed to be particularly favored by heaven, was so beautiful that women could not feel jealous and could only feel pity for him.

"Senior Sister, which enemy of yours is this?" Amid the obsessed gazes of the male cultivators, Mu Feng was exceptionally sober and asked in a low voice.

However, before Jun Moyao could answer, an icy yet powerful force wrapped around Mu Feng's waist and forcibly pulled him away.

Mu Feng looked at the beautiful face that was magnified in front of him and swallowed his saliva, but the emotion was not greedy, but rather a little fear.

The woman raised her plump lips and gave him an almost perfect smile. Her voice was more like honey in the clouds, making people feel numb to the bone.

Her breath was as fragrant as orchids, her eyes were as charming as silk, "Young Master, don't you have any reaction to me?"